Is there love in the air?
Is it safe outside today?
Or have both Allah and God
Taken a leave together
I won't open the front door
There lurks the history of our future
And I won't peek under the rug
That is where they swept up all the world's innocence
But I can always pray...
Refrain:
So, let us listen to the Heaven, even if it wouldn't answer
God has fallen asleep or goes on with His creation
Maybe somewhere beyound space, where ever it might be
I'll get an answer when I die, but it surely is a long, long road
Is everything OK, USA?
Has it been suitably warlike over there?
Or is there love in the air?
You know it was invented in your Hollywood
Has the Devil got his due, when good has sold him its face
Or its mirror image...
Refrain:
So, let us listen to the Heaven, even if it wouldn't answer
God has fallen asleep or goes on with his creation
Maybe somewhere beyound space, where ever it might be
I'll get an answer when I die, but it is a long, long road
In a disposable life, a day recycles a day
I am begging more time from the night
The answers blow in the wind
…
Where are you hiding, God?
Are You inside me or outside?
Or behind everything?
Hector:
Kuunnellaan vaan taivasta (2003)
LII: Matters of Faith, Part II
Interview nr. 24, 22.06.2007. NRK.
Subject: Man, 53 (M122)
Occupation in 1984: Cook
Location: [REDACTED], Southern FNA.
[The man is bearded, normal weight, with a scar running down his left cheek. He wears a blue overall and a military overcoat. He is a first lieutenant in the infantry. Continuing an interview from 18.6.2007. (See INT. 18)]
[You say you were in Mikkeli when they announced the coming of the peace?]
When you have events to commemorate a peace, you need food, right? And the men and women to make the soup happen, as it were.
So yes, I was there. From early morning we cleared the area for it, set up the kitchens, hauled crates of food, and started preparing it. We had a central spot – on the Hallitustori, almost beneath Mannerheim's gaze.[1]
The powers that be had made sure there was food in Mikkeli for the event. Even if just in Mikkeli, when it was very lean everywhere else. I saw containers of stuff there on that day I hadn't seen in months. I mean canned shrimp for the VIP's food? Really? Where in the hell did they get that?
[Subject stops for a moment, shaking his head.]
Well, I do know where they got it. Sweden. Of course for all I know it might have been the last of the pre-War shrimp left in the Nordic area, and sent there by mistake. Probably the Swedish Regent was chewing someone up right then for not managing a bloody shrimp coctail for him to celebrate the peace, what?
[Subject chuckles.]
[So they had the resources to put together a celebration for the peace treaty?]
”
Celebration”, now, isn't really the word for it. It was, like I said, ”commemoration”, or more to the point, remembrance. There was little really festive about it. I hear they had even been unsure whether to fly the flags at half mast – in the end, they had opted for the more optimistic solution. And even if there necessarily were men in uniform, there was no parades or other military ceremonies - or even military marches. In this country, you are never far from hearing a military march. But on that day, they had fallen silent. I think it was the Acting that managed that – the top officers would have certainly wanted to hear a rousing march or two, no doubt about that.
It was something of a relief to me, to be there, and to see all the food. To be honest, we in the military provisions details had always eaten better than the rest of the folks, even through the winter. How much you ate yourself and how much you gave to the people eternally queing in front of you was a matter of personal choice. Some, like me, managed to maintain a healthy weight while the survivors wasted away, some even grew fatter. And some took it upon themselves to starve even while living their life among pots and pans of food. The Kitchen Saints. I can understand it, up to a point, but still it did strike me as a folly...
[Sir, I have a recording here from the Swedish State Archives. Maybe we could listen to it and after it I'll ask you to comment about it. All right?]
Sure, let's hear it.
[NRK puts a cassette into a deck, pushes the play button.]
”
...at 94,6 Mhz. I am Pentti Fagerholm and this is the news. According to information we have received via Gothenburg, the treaty officially ending the Third World War was signed in Munich two days ago by representatives of some of the surviving NATO and Warsaw Pact governments as well as those of neutral nations. Consecutively, Finland is now at peace with both the East and the West. The Finnish government was represented in Munich by Ambassador Max Jakobson, who is due to return to Gothenburg with the Swedish delegation next week. According to a spokesman for the President's Office the national state of emergency is nevertheless...
[Any thoughts?]
That takes me back, it does. I did not remember Fagerholm being that official-sounding and collected when he said it – somehow I remember his voice cracking or something like that. It must be some other broadcast when that happened – maybe it was when the Acting... Well, no matter. To be honest, I've always preferred the younger Fagerholm [2]
as a news voice. He doesn't have his father's discipline, but he is more... human somehow. Some say the news are a grave matter. Me, I say fuck it. I think we have had enough news about graves during my lifetime – for sure this damn nation could relax a little.
[The subject gives me a meaningful look.]
[When was the event in Mikkeli after the news broke? The peace was signed on August 10th, a Friday.]
It would have been some time in the next week, I gather. Perhaps it was only on the next weekend - it would have taken time to put it all together. We were called from Savonlinna specifically for it, like we didn't have a shitload of work without it, too.
[What was the mood on the square during the day?]
It was all over the place, I'd say. Smiles and tears both. I guess it had to do with what had happened to the people during the winter, what they had lost and what they had done. Been forced to do. Some people were miserable, dressed in nothing more than rags, basically. Others looked almost as well as before the war. It was confusing to see a beautiful woman in a red summer dress, with makeup and all, going past us looking healthy as you please, and then to look at the near starving, hollow-eyed men with clothes hanging on them, ones that waited in line for the stew or the pea soup. There was a group of little children, waving cardboard doves they had made, green ”olive branches” in their beaks. Some of the children smiled as they ate pancakes from our stall. Not all – some girls especially were very serious and correct. And the line they made in front of the stall was impeccable.
Some things bothered me about it all - like the Golden Piggies swaggering about, for example.
[The what?]
The Golden Piggies – the men who had gained prominent positions in the bureaucracy and the army due to the Emergency, and now used the sway they had to lord over us little people. Military officers were most prominent of them, like the ones that had something to do with the Battle of Porvoo. Of course most of them had been nowhere near the actual fighting, oh no, but even leading it from behind a desk entitled you to a decoration and extra privileges... You know that several of the men that now lead Finland made their mark during that ”great victory” and built their career on it? There are some in the Committee who have really no other merit to them. And knowing what I know about Porvoo – word gets around among the supply people – it is not much of a merit to begin with...
There was a feeling of relief around, though. I saw even the Acting just walking around with a very small escort – his aide-de-camp, I think, two civilian aides, and a couple of men with Civil Defence armbands. I don't know if they were really Military Police, though, just undercover you know. Leppänen went around like there was nothing to fear, shaking people's hands and thanking them for their work and support.
[Subject looks at me earnestly.]
It was damn brave of him, considering... Well, you know. Some could say downright suicidal. But you know most of the people liked and trusted him, and he had this awkward charm about him when he chatted with people... I guess it was the right thing to do, to try to get closer to the people like that.
He even nodded to me when he passed our stall. Seen from up close, he looked terrible. Those bags below his eyes... But he smiled to me nevertheless, in an absentminded way, like his mind was really somewhere else. Still dwelling on his speech, probably.
That was later in the day of course. First there was the official part...
Interview nr. 314, 22.06.2011. JEF.
Subject: Man, 49 (M177)
Occupation in 1984: Politician
Location: [REDACTED], Central FNA.
[Interview with a former FNA bureaucrat resumed.]
…
a service in the Mikkeli Cathedral. Bishop Toiviainen conducted the service personally. The whole Emergency Cabinet was in attendance, as was much of the military leadership and local civilian leaders. Many others, too – the church was packed to the gills and it was impossible to sit down.
The morning was sunny, but chilly for mid-August. There was almost a fog in the air, ”that thin mist that surrounds the pastures” like the poet says. The mist gave it sort of an ethereal air, I remember the feeling was a little unreal when we filed out of the Cathedral and down the long stairs to continue on to the square.
Everyone in Mikkeli was there, it seemed. All the denizens of this glorified refugee camp of ours. Just to be there, just to see that some others are still alive, too. Even if it would be a pale, somehow reduced life in comparison to the times before the War. For me as well as many others, it seemed like the winter had washed away some of the colors from the world...
That day I remember in full technicolor, though.
There was an expectant feeling on the square as my boss begun his speech. It, like the church service would be broadcast on YLE to all those listening. And I do believe the attendance around the radios was very good.
We had spent hours perfecting the speech the night before with my boss, with Rinne and some others. Even Lipponen had offered his thoughts. When he actually spoke, I realized at some point I wasn't even listening, but rather observing the people on the square. They were very quiet, listening intently. Some of these children had these white cardboard birds they held in the air – it caught my eye. They, too, stood silently and listened in rapt attention.
An excerpt from the speech given by Acting President of Finland, Urpo Leppänen, in Mikkeli on August 17th, 1984. Recorded by the Swedish Radio Intelligence and held by the Swedish National Archives.
”
...and so we stand here at the end point of the darkest chapter in our nation's history. That we stand here at all is proof that the Finnish people and nation live on, despite everything, despite the most devastating war in the history of the world and in the story of human civilization. We all have worked together through this dark winter and we will continue to work together, shoulder to shoulder in the days to come – for they will come, and that is how it should be. We have a long way to go, still, and I only hope that I can be worthy of your continued support and the trust you have placed on this government. All of us placed in positions of responsibility hope for that and will continue to strive to make things better for everyone in this country...
...This is not a celebration. We have gathered here today to remember those that we have lost. Everyone of us has lost someone. Our family, neighbours, friends and colleagues taken away by the War, those that perished in the blinding light of nuclear war and the deep darkness of the winter. We should remember them in happiness – the happiness they gave us when they still were among us and the happiness we gave them. We should remember them in sadness – for the empty places they have left in our hearts and our lives, for the lives cut short ahead of time, for plans and goals never to be realized. And we should remember them with love, the love we bore for them and the love they felt for us. The love for life and the hope for a better day.
Above all, we should remember.”
Interview nr. 314, 22.06.2011. JEF.
Subject: Man, 49 (M177)
Occupation in 1984: Politician
Location: [REDACTED], Central FNA.
[Interview with a former FNA bureaucrat resumed.]
The speech was a success. Suitably mournful, suitably light, and hopeful to boot. I take some pride in it still. It gave the people who heard it the possibility to make up their own minds, not jamming ideas down their throats. I think... Well, I think it might have helped people to... believe.
Be it as it may, some people wept already at the end of it – I think the music that followed it did not make things easier for those present to keep their eyes dry.
[What was it?]
They had put together a choir with male singers and children, too. It was the ones with the white birds. And they started with Niin kaunis on maa...[3]
”
The sun is rising,
There's dew on the grass
It is time to wake up,
Get out and leave,
To meet a beloved friend
Chorus:
So beautiful is the earth
So high is heaven
The songs of the birds ring in the meadows in bloom
And the shadowed waters
So shadowed waters
The day is bright,
The wind blows in the woods,
It is a time for play,
And laughter and joy
With a beloved friend
Chorus:
So beautiful is the earth
So high is heaven
The songs of the birds ring in the meadows in bloom
And the shadowed waters
So shadowed waters
The sun is setting,
The shadows grow longer,
It is time for parting and farewell
Gone is the beloved friend
Chorus:
So beautiful is the earth
So high is heaven
The songs of the birds ring in the meadows in bloom
And the shadowed waters
So shadowed waters”
[The subject stays quiet for a good while.]
There was a deep silence on the square following it – and then they went on with the Finlandia hymn. At that point, I believe I might have been weeping, too...
”
O, Finland, behold, your day is dawning,
The threat of night has been banished away,
And the lark of morning in the brightness sings,
As though the very firmament would ring.
The powers of the night are vanquished by the morning light,
Your day is dawning, O land of birth.
O, rise, Finland, raise up high
Your head, wreathed with great memories.
O, rise, Finland, you showed to the world
That you drove away the slavery,
And that you did not bend under oppression,
Your day has come, O land of birth”
An excerpt from the private diary of Jan Holmén, Minne 1984
Project Secretary.
Dated June 2013
"It was about wrapping things up. I went around Mikkeli making some last interviews and settling matters that were still open, some source references needed checking and there were papers to be signed. In some days I would be leaving Finland to go to Uppsala and to start with the writing and editing process in earnest. There were many people I had come to know in Mikkeli and other places in Finland, beginning with the sarcastic older woman who came to clean my quarters at the house the Project had rented, all the way to the people like Mr. Soini, the former FNA bureaucrat, or Colonel Vartia, the SIO information officer, those people I had interviewed in depth during the project.
There was a lot of packing to be done, various crates of papers and different items in boxes that would be sent via train to Rauma and then shipped back to Sweden. A small party had been put together among project personnel, and I had to give a speech there. In the end, the guys had picked me up and thrown me to a lake – it must have been a Finnish custom they had picked up. I was glad we went to the sauna afterwards and so I had dry clothes handy.
At about five in the afternoon the next day I made my excuses, fired up the Volvo and took the usual road to the cabin. We had agreed to see one last time with the Colonel, for a final interview about late summer 1984. As I drove along the pothole-ridden roads towards the place by the lake, the land around me was getting ready for a party – Juhannus, the Midsummer Festival, would be in a couple of days. After the War it has been a major national holiday in Finland – even moreso than before 1984 as many of the pagan elements have been rekindled and apart from being just a secular holiday dedicated to heavy drinking it now has a deeper meaning to lot of the people in both the FNA and the PPO. In Sweden the Midsummer has many of the same connotations, so I can well understand.
After going carefully around an old tractor hauling a trailer filled with entire yound birches, limbs and leaves and all - the traditional Juhannus decoration – I took the winding gravel road to the old summer cabin me and the Colonel had used for many of our secret interviews.
Today the man from the State Information Office was in high spirits. He was waiting for me on the yard and shook my hand firmly, leading me into the cabin.
”
- It is not that I am happy that you are leaving, Holmén, you and your guys and gals too, but to be perfectly honest it will make life so much easier for me. No skulking around in secrecy, not officially fighting with you over old documents, and all this with the Committee breathing down my neck.”
He took out a bottle of clear liquid and poured us shots.
”
- Some Koskenkorva. Hölökynkölökyn![4]”
We downed the drinks. It seems Vartia was well on the way towards getting ready for for Juhannus.
”
- Not that the Committee wouldn't breathe down my neck on a daily basis, of course. But at least there is now one reason less for that.”
He smiled congenially, taking off his square glasses and wiping them off with his shirtsleeve.
" - You are an all right guy, Holmén, you know that? I mean I was very sceptical of you and these interviews. Even when my wife went to your Project people, I demanded her to wear old clothes and broken glasses as a camouflage, and to avoid answers that would could be used to identify me..."
The Colonel shook his head.
" - Now, I wish you luck with the writing and all - I am interested to read what you publish - provided it can be had in Finnish, too."
I promised him I would do my best to make that happen.
”
- But you wanted to hear about the time the War ended, right? Let's get to that, then. But first – I am being a poor host.”
He went out of the cabin to get some beers he had cooling in the lake. In minutes he was back, holding up the bottles and smiling broadly.
I took out my recorder and switched it on. Nodded to the Colonel.
”
- Right, so there was this thing at the square in Mikkeli. There were speeches, and there was music. All the leaders of the nation were there, such as they were. I think it went off without a hitch. The war had officially ended that week, and for a long time it seemed things were getting... well, at least not worse anymore.
I was feeling rather good for myself then, if I remember correctly. Dressed in a crisp dress uniform, with the decoration I got for Porvoo pinned on my chest, my belly full of meat stew and pancakes, taking the measure of the square with a few other junior officers from the Air Force.”
He smiles and shakes his head.
”
- I probably was a bit cocky – I can remember that the guy from Supply running the food stands gave me a dirty look when we passed by – but what the hell. It was peace. I was alive, and my burn wounds had started to heal. Now if we could have gotten our hands on some booze, well, look out Mikkeli!
And my confidence was not misplaced, as it turns out. In the hubbub of the square, I suddenly came head to head with the Acting President and his entourage. To be honest I almost bumped into him by accident. A Civil Defence guy pulled me away with a vise-like grip, but I probably looked honest and harmless, my martial appearance nothwithstanding, and the Acting waved his security away and shook my hand.
”
- So, you were in Porvoo, right?”, he said, seeing the decoration on my chest, ”I'd like to offer my personal thanks to you for your service, Second Lieutenant!"
He looked at me carefully.
" - You were not among the ones I decorated here personally, eh?”
I told him I had been wounded and how the tall Captain had brought me the medal. As he listened to me and nodded, not going anywhere, I told him about Porvoo and the aftermath. It was cheeky of me – I used the kind of language they were employing on the radio those days, ironically. I could swear, this day, that he smiled to my ”report” as it were."
We opened the beers, Olvi as before. It suited me much better than the glorified aircraft fuel he had offered me at first.
”
- Why am I telling you this, you might ask. To boast with a connection to the deified Acting President? Well, partly.”
He took a good swig from the bottle.
”
- But there is more to that. After I stopped talking, the Acting called a young aide to us and smiled to me. It looked like he had had An Idea.”
”
- Timo, he said to the aide, get this Second Lieutenant's contact information. I have decided to recommend him for the State Information Office, if it pleases the Defence Forces.”
”
- The aide looked at me squarely, and started scribbling in a notepad he pulled out from his pocket.
The Acting turned to me.”
”
-They are putting together an official information service for the government. With our brief acquintance I hazard to say it needs people like you – young, eager and with a head on their shoulders. You have higher secondary education, don't you?”
”
- Yes, Mister President. I am a Civil Engineer, but...”
”
- An engineer? Down to earth, and precise? You'll complement the Arts types splendidly. It is settled, then. My young aide will get your information, you'll be hearing from us in no time.”
The Colonel spread his hands, the beer bottle in one of them.
”
- And that is how I ended up at the State Information Office. It was not what I seeked, but I after I was officially reassigned, I had to make do.”
”
- I still don't know if it was the Acting's idea of a joke. Or maybe he could really spot talent through a single conversation. Nevertheless, there I was. Two weeks hence, I moved to the new SIO quarters in the old garrison area in central Mikkeli, and there I was working when me and Saana started seeing each other in the winter. We married in the spring of 1985, and our oldest son, Joni, was born in October. He will soon turn 28.”
The Colonel stared quietly into the distance, seemingly over the lake through the small window. As I glanced at the elk's head on the wall, the light from the lake caught its glass eye making it seem like it was winking at us.
”
- Three decades. Think about that. It has been a long road, and that is just how it is. Life goes on...”
Right then there was the knock on the door. A courteous, restrained knock.
A sinking feeling took over my stomach. Who the hell, I was furiously thinking. Nobody was supposed to know we were here.
The Colonel put down the bottle, took a few steps to the writing desk and picked up a pistol.
Now the knock on the door was louder. Demanding.
”
- Holmén, Colonel! We know you are there! Just open the door and nobody gets hurt.”
I had heard the voice before.
...
If we don't have a story
We only see this room
If we don't have a story
Everything flows away
And then one morning
Nobody loves nothing
Doesn't hear the talk of the winds
The melancholic whisper of the trees
We were tricked into a game
Where we can only lose
Refrain:
And life goes on, without end like the rain
And life goes on, without end like the rain
Too great to end
Too heavy to go on
If we don't have the faith
That lifts us to the great work
For those miracles
We madly believe in
On one morning
You don't long for anything
you don't look at the brightness
You can't recognize the face of a man
Refrain:
And life goes on, without end like the rain
And life goes on, without end like the rain
Too great to end
Too heavy to go on
CMX:
Jatkuu niin kuin sade (2000)
Notes:
[1] Hallitustori (
Government Square) is the main square and marketplace in Mikkeli since before the War. The subject refers to the Mannerheim Statue standing on the western side of the square in front of the buildings occupied by the FNA Ministry of the Interior. The statue was erected in commemoration of Mikkeli as the location of Marshal C.G.E. Mannerheim's headquarters during WWII.
[2] Matti Fagerholm, a musician and radio journalist who since 1990 has been the main newscaster in YLE Radio. Also known for his brief pre-War career in the rock band Hanoi Rocks.
[3] A song written in 1971 by Kari Rydman, a Finnish music teacher and composer, in the memory of a student of his, a young girl who died in a car accident.
[4] A jocular Savonian toast, untranslatable.